Page 50 of Gambler's Conceit
I hear a strange sound, and open my eyes to look down.
Havoc is jerking himself off while sucking me. He notices my gaze and smiles—then scrapes his teeth along the sensitive head of my cock.
I yelp, but it’s not an unwelcome sensation. Not like the way he laps the skin after to soothe it, which is unfamiliar. I’m trembling as I watch him, and I have to lean heavily against the bathroom wall to keep from losing my balance.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with myself?
The sheer panic is almost enough to make me soften—or it would be, if he wasn’t back to sucking me hard enough to make me see stars.
My own breathing echoes in my ears. Every gasp might as well be a siren. I’m so loud, but I can’t stop myself from moaning and whimpering.
“I’m—I’m close—” I say as a warning.
Havoc pulls off, but keeps his lips near my cock. “What’ll it be? In my mouth? On my face?”
I don’t recognize the strangled sound that escapes me, and it takes me a moment to formulate my answer. “N-neither. You can just… just jerk me?” I don’t mean for it to sound like a question.
Havoc scoffs and wraps his lips around my cock once more. I let out a strangled cry, but I can’t stop the pleasure from overwhelming me.
I come into his mouth, and Havoc moans and opens his mouth wider. I don’t understand what he’s doing until I’m completely empty. When I look down, Havoc winks at me and shows me my cum on his tongue.
I watch in fascination as he swallows it all down.
“Don’t you think that tastes gross?” I ask after a few seconds.
Havoc bursts out laughing. “Yeah, a bit. But it’s hot, right?” He rests his head against my stomach. “Give me a few seconds—” He closes his eyes and goes back to stroking himself.
“No!” I say quickly, grabbing him by the hair again. “Let me do it. I want to suck you off.”
I need to. I need to get out of my head. I need to think about what I know how to do instead of trying to absorb this pleasure that I can’t control and don’t know what to do with.
“Won’t last,” Havoc murmurs, kissing my hands. “Just—nng.” His eyes screw tight and his mouth opens in a low moan as he comes onto the bathroom floor.
“Fuck,” I whisper, staring at him without comprehension at the way he just blew me off in favor of just giving himself a handjob—after sucking me off. It just doesn’t make sense.
What the fuck is he going to expect from me now?
“I’ll clean it up,” I say quickly, tucking my cock back away and trying to make a beeline for the paper towel dispenser.
Havoc stands up and grabs me before I can take more than a few steps, then pulls me against his big chest. “Hey, chill. Enjoy the afterglow.” He kisses my jaw. “As much of an afterglow as we can have in the employee restroom.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah. Afterglow.”
I don’t tell him that there’s no afterglow. Not when I don’t know what the fuck has just happened and I can’t even begin to process it.
“We could go upstairs,” I suggest cautiously. “Get a condom, then you could fuck me for real.”
Havoc shakes his head, but he’s still smiling. “Nah. I don’t want to fuck in Caleb’s penthouse. And anyway, I’m kind of tired.” He finally lets go of me.
I watch dumbly as he takes some paper towels, cleans himself up, then begins cleaning the bathroom floor. Tired?
“You’re tired,” I repeat.
Havoc nods. “I’ve been running around most of the day. I just came.” He smiles up at me. “Not that I wouldn’t want to go again, if it were physically possible. I like you, Seven. But let’s call this the end of the date.”
The end of the date.
I can barely even comprehend what he’s saying. It just feels improbable, if not downright impossible. “Okay, yeah,” I say, bobbing my head in a nod. “It was a good date. I had fun.”